Clinton, South Carolina, Thursday, January 26, 2017, 9:19 p.m.
I haven’t spent a night away from home since last May, which is probably the longest stretch of my entire life.
That’s going to change. I’m taking off. I don’t know when I’ll be back. Probably in a few days. Could be, oh, Sunday, or Monday, or Tuesday. I’m going to take enough socks and underwear for that.
I’ve laid around / And played around / This old town too long.
If the phone doesn’t ring / It’s me.
Turn me loose / Set me free / Somewhere in the middle of Montana.
I don’t anticipate making Montana. Nor Amarillo by morning. I’m starting north. Maybe I’ll hole up in Asheville. Who knows? I might flip a coin at every interception.
I need to think. The smart thing to do would probably be stay home and write emails. It’s too easy. I think best on the road. It would be surprising if I don’t come up with a song. Three years ago, I thought up the basic plot of Cowboys Come Home on a road trip to Texas. I came home and wrote a few chapters. The publisher that had expressed interest in a western didn’t like it because it apparently wasn’t western enough. I set it aside, wrote Forgive Us Our Trespasses, returned to Cowboys Come Home, and self-published it last fall. I’m working on two more novels at the same time now. I think I’m going to self-publish one of them, I hope in the spring.
I’m writing all the time. I’m just not going anywhere. So tomorrow I’m going somewhere. I’ve got to get away from here. If everything went perfectly, I might not come back.
Today my sinking feeling … sank. After several weeks of deafening silence, I learned that Bleacher Report is likely discontinuing my weekly column. It wasn’t that much money, but it was reliable. Fiction income is sporadic. I need that anchor.
Today I paid a bunch of bills and left myself enough money in two banks to go where I want to go and get back. I just don’t know where that is. Maybe I’ll blog again when I’m there. Wherever there is.
I need to find hope and get my spirits up again. I’ve got to resist the growing realization that I am presently worth more dead than alive. I need to do something about it. I need to think outside the county.
A lot of you have said you’re sorry. I appreciate it, but a small way to help would be to buy a book. A book, or at least its electronic equivalent, can be had for as little as 99 cents. Forgive Us Our Trespasses is a 99 cents download for Kindle (or most any other device, thanks to free apps) through January 31. Kindle versions of my book are no higher than $4.99 anytime, and print versions are no higher than $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.
Forgive Us Our Trespasses is on sale for 99 cents all January as a Kindle download at amazon.com.
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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