Confessions of a Starving Mystery Writer

Lightning Strikes - Fiction Coming Soon 

My mother died and i have asked my brother to help me blog. I have lost it. sorry.

Storm on the horizon 

The summer season comes to an end and the thought of winter heating fuel bills makes me queasy. Gotta love it. Oil companies in action. The beauty of fall is on the horizon, leaves change, a chill in the air. This is suppose to be my year but the months are quickly slipping away. Things are falling into place and the writing is coming back. So it goes..

Smoldering 

In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit. Albert Schweitzer

For those of you who live in a cave, under a rock, or in Canada there's a popular show on MTV called Pimp My Ride . The show takes someones car, usually a less fortunate persons (usually the car is a piece of shit), and fixes it up in maximum style, comfort, and luxury. I am hijacking this concept for my blog. I am requesting and hoping that all who stop by drop a suggestion as how to make this blog the best in my chosen genre and corner of the blog universe, i.e. Pimp My Blog . So please leave any suggestions. They will be greatfully appreciated.

Detroit. Most say it, " Dee-Troit ." A city with curruption, decay, and a faded beauty that duplicates where I think America is heading in coming years if we don't change our ways. A squandered wealth built on the automobile industry slowly sliding into the abyss. Detroit is the city I have picked as the location for several short stories and novels. It has everything the mystery and suspense genre requires. I will be posting some stories soon. Thank you all, those who have continued to follow the antics of The Starving Mystery Writer. I think I may have removed my head from my ass and am back on track. I hope.

The comments now work. Please click on the number beside the blog title. Thanks. RJB

"Our dreams are our real life. My fantasies and obsessions are not only my reality, but the stuff of which my films are made." Fredrico Fellini