Concussions in American Football

February 21, 2018

My father, the first neurosurgeon in Houston, did not allow me to play little league baseball, even though kids were required to wear helmets. He said that kids’ heads weren’t protected enough.   If I was a kid today, he’d not allow me to play football.  Football helmets do not prevent concussions. You’ll read that disclaimer inside many, if not all, helmets. The tragic reports of ex-fooballers dealing  with the concussions they experienced when they grow older are sad indeed.

So the solution is simple. Take away the helmets. The ones used today are weapons. Runners lower their heads to take on a tackler, and everyone on the football field uses the heads as part of their defense, and offense. But without a helmet, football would be played much like rugby, where tackles are made without using the head, blocks are made without using the head, where  runners never lower their heads and use their heads as the point of collision.

I cringe when I see football players doing a head butt with another teammate. Without a helmet, that idiotic behavior would cease. So take away helmets (maybe provide a leather helmet like in the 1920s), and disqualify players who use their unprotected heads in any way on the football field.




Number 9 Or Is It 10?

January 30, 2017

A new year and the beginning of my ninth novel and tenth book (including my nonfiction What Every Author Should Know.) It will be another Rhett and Toni Detective novel and the working title is Country Club Murders. The story will take place in Houston, enlighten readers to truths and myths about exclusive country clubs, and hopefully have enough twists and turns to keep the pages turning.

I should probably not be working on this now and instead be spending my hours promoting my last novel, Runaway Witness, that was published at the end of the year. But I suppose I’m doing what I like to do most — create stories. Even so, I am making attempts to promote all of my works by soliciting agents who would work on my behalf, and I will also embark on an effort to sell TV and movie rights directly to producers.

Generally, life could not be better. I hope to finish the draft of Country Club murders my the end of May, and publish it around Labor Day.

Then what?

March 18, 2015

Sometimes people flatter me by telling me that I’m creative. Some ask how I come  up with the plots for my novels. Part of the answer to that question is what I call the “then what?” method. When thinking about what might happen in one of my stories, I’ll start with a simple circumstance or action, and then ask myself, “then what?”  I answer the question and again ask, “then what?” I repeat the “then what” five to ten times until I’m satisfied that I’ve created a good scenario for my book. For example, in my short story, The Scenic Overlook, I decided to have Rhett and Toni take a walk on a  hiking trail behind the Bishop’s Lodge near Santa Fe.  Then what?  When they reach the top of a mountain, they see below what appears to be a man strangling a woman on a terrace behind a large house at least a half mile away. Then what? Rhett and Toni yell, but realize that from that distance they cannot be heard.  Then what? They have no cell phone, so Rhett and Toni determine that Rhett should stay on the mountain and watch what happens, and that Toni, who is  in much better shape, should jog down the trail and get to that house, with the police, as fast as possible. Then what?  Rhett sees the man drag the now limp body of the woman into the house.  Then what? Five minutes later a car leaves the garage from the house.  Then what?  Toni finally arrives with a policeman and finds an empty house. The use of “then what” forces the story to continue. If I answer the “then what” with something that I don’t like. I’ll change the answer until I’m satisfied.  In some cases the “then what” suggests what should naturally happen next. But what I like to do is answer the “then what” with what should happen next that the characters in the novel wouldn’t want to happen, or that it should be something unexpected. I hope the answer of what might happen next could be both credible and would peak the interest or concern of my readers. In short, the “then what” method I just a structured way of playing make believe. And it’s  something I can do when trying to fall asleep, or when taking one of my long walks in the afternoon, or when I’m driving cross country on a road trip. At some point I’ll stop and jot down notes so I don’t forget what I’ve created, because if I do forget………….then what?

My Take on Climate Change

February 25, 2015

I’ve heard reputable people say that climate change is real. I’ve heard other reputable people say that climate change is not real. After this year’s winter, I’d say that global warming may not be as obvious as some think. I personally believe that climate change is a phenomena that has been part of the earth for the past 4.5 billion years. Of course, man contributes to greenhouse gasses. But I also believe that climate change, and that would include global warming, is affected more by natural factors….like activity on the surface of the sun, volcanic eruptions, undersea seismic events, etc.  All this hype about man being able to reverse the course of the inevitable is, in my opinion, ludicrous. If, in fact, we’re worried about global warming, our efforts should not be in trying to stop it, but to prepare for it. It’s like dealing with a hurricane, something we do regularly on the Gulf coast. Nobody tries to stop a hurricane. But people do prepare for it. They move inland. They shore up property where it makes sense. They get food and water…batteries, generators, etc. They know they can’t stop mother nature, but they figure out a way to survive. It seems to me that people who believe in global warming should prepare for it, not try to prevent it. (Of course, I’m against pollution, but again, I don’t think man can stop the inevitable.) So yes, go for cleaner air and alternative energy production, but also take steps that are based on the assumptions that are scaring our children…rising oceans, warmer temperatures, extinction of polar bears, etc. I’ve always been a “glass half full” kind of guy. If the earth becomes warmer, and if the oceans rise, then people living right on the coast may have to relocate. There would be other problems as well. But with a warmer earth won’t our agriculture growing seasons be longer resulting in more food production? Won’t cold and flu seasons be shorter, saving lives? Won’t the resources and funds needed for winter heating be reduced? Not related, but within fifty years I think man will develop  an economical way to desalinate the oceans to make sea water potable and usable for agriculture. Water shortages around the world will be a thing  of the past. I think continued medical advances will make us healthier, with longer life expectancies. I’m tired of people speaking of doomsday, especially when they profit from it financially or politically. Our world can actually be a better place in the future, but few people are willing to admit that.

Now for Some Editing

February 10, 2015

I finished the draft for my latest novel, Clean Slate. I edited it once, and now I will edit the entire manuscript two more times, and then I’ll send it to two or three proofreaders.  This process will take about three months, as I have other work to do, and I certainly cannot work on the manuscript and nothing else without going a bit mad.

My editing process has several purposes. First I need to make sure the information is consistent throughout the story. For instance, I discovered that on page seventy I mentioned that Richard Weed had seven previous clients. On page two hundred and five, I mentioned that Richard Weed had five previous clients. Inconsistencies like that are unacceptable. Another purpose is to correct any typos or grammatical errors. And another purpose is to replace/upgrade wording. A full edit also includes an evaluation of the plot, and making changes when I have a different idea.  Also, when I wrote the first draft, I was writing at five hundred to seven hundred and fifty words per hour. In some cases I was telling a story as fast as I  could, using nothing but a factual account of what was happening. My edits give me the opportunity to slow things down, add more descriptive phrases, additional adjectives and adverbs, and letting readers have more of a sensory feel for the plot. Sounds. Smells. Visual descriptions.

I could edit a hundred times and always find something to change. But I’ve found that after three edits, I need to get it out there so to speak. My proofreaders, besides looking for typos and grammatical errors, will also provide feedback that will let me know  if the novel is, indeed ready.

Clean Slate is the fifth novel in the Rhett and Toni detective series, and it’s pretty good. Maybe my best in the series. I  had a great time writing it, and, of course, I enjoyed the research process. I hope readers enjoy it.



The Finish LIne is in Sight

December 29, 2014

I’m very close to finishing the draft for my novel number seven. The working title is A Clean Slate, and I’ve written over 85,000 words. I consider the ideal length for a detective novel to be between 90,000 and 100,000 words, so I’m definitely in the final stages. The plot is a political murder mystery, featuring my protagonists, Rhett and Toni Sanders. The story takes place mostly in Houston and New Mexico. I’ve outlined the final chapters, so I just need to sit down and take care of business. I’ll probably be done in two weeks, and then I’ll start the editing process. I know this is my best detective novel to date.  My publisher has not yet agreed to publish this one, so we’ll see. I’m also finalizing a new web site, as I prepare for a significant marketing effort beginning in about a month. So I’m excited. My publisher just released (re-released) Something Else in Common, and will re-release The Final Tour of Duty in the spring. By the summer, I should be ready to release A Clean Slate, which will be my first truly new novel since Canyon Road a couple of years ago. It’s going to be a good year.

I like writing

August 1, 2014

I love writing for several reasons.

First, I like the research. It allows me to learn, and  learning means I’m still growing. I can research insignificant facts, like what the temperature of the water is in a creek in the Black Hills of South Dakota in May, or I can research something more complex like Native American customs. In all cases the research makes my stories more credible, perhaps gives my readers some information they’ll enjoy, and the research always stimulates my curiosity.

I also like writing, and I don’t mean to sound sacrilegious, because in a way I get to play God. I’m the creator. I determine who has a role in my stories. My characters succeed or fail based on what I want to have happen. They do things only because I let them. They go where I want them to go. And I decide who lives and who dies. Nowhere does a person have more power than an author of fiction.

When I write, I escape reality. While at the keyboard, I’m transported into my story. Whether I’m fighting the Pawnee in the Black Hills, investigating a murder in Santa Fe, New Mexico, or just having a conversation with a pretty woman in Houston, I’ve temporarily left planet earth, immersed completely in a world I’ve created, a world away from my normal routine, and away from that real world with so many problems I read about every day in the news – problems over which I have little or no control. For a few hours while I’m writing, I’m somewhere else, and I’m in control. What a wonderful place it is.

I like writing for the number of times people demonstrate respect for me because I took the time and discipline to write novels. And finally, I like writing for the many times I run into a friend or stranger who tells me they read my book and enjoyed it. What a sense of value and pride to know that I’ve done something that gave others a bit of entertainment.

Having A Publisher Isn’t the End All

February 17, 2014

I was happy when I signed a deal with a publisher.  Now my novels would be available through Ingram and other world-wide distributors.  My previously self-published novels would be re-released, and everyting would be available through Amazon including e-books.  I can buy my novels at 50% the retail price for my own purposes. But active promotion is still up to me.  I could hire a publicist.  One offered to help me for $20,000 over four months. For that investment he’d try to get me interviews on radio and TV.  I didn’t hire him.  Why would someone want to interview a guy who wrote books nobody’s heard of?  I tried to arrange a book signing in SantaFe.  The store said they’d sell my books on consignment and pay me 50% of retail for every book sold.  All I’d have to do is do some advertising or direct mail.  Hmmm.  So I’d lose money.  I’ve sent personally addressed and signed flyers to over 200 book stores promoting Canyon Road, Lakota Betrayal, and The Improbable .38.  But Ingram says it cannot tell me if any sales were generated.  They report sales every six months, and all they include is the number of books sold.  Not where they were sold.  Not what month they sold.  So it’s impossible to measure the impact of the flyers.  It would therefore be impossible to measure the impact of a radio or TV interview in a specific city.  So it’s very frustrating, especially for me who has a background in marketing and advertising.  So what do I do?  Keep writing. Keep promoting.  Hope for the break.  Above all else, keep writing.  And just have faith that eventually something good will happen because I’m published. Thank goodness I love to write.

Mascot Names

February 3, 2014

I went to St. John’s School in Houston.  We were the Rebels.  Now we’re the Mavericks.  Those responsible for the change said that a teacher they wanted to hire from New Jersey wouldn’t accept a position at a school with a Rebel mascot.  So forget what alumni want, or students want, or parents want.  I told them I’d never donate money again to the school, and I  haven’t.  Martin Luther King was a rebel.  So was Jesus.  The Rebels of the CSA were not evil slave owners.  About 95% of southerners never owned slaves.  But, PC above reason.

Now Lamar High School in Houston, coincidentally next door to St. John’s, has been mandated to change its mascot, which has been Redskins since 1936.  It’s too bad our Native Americans didn’t do what the African Americans did to make skin color something of which to be proud of, e.g. “I’m Black and I’m Proud,” Black Power,” and Black is Beautiful.”  Maybe Redskin could’ve been defined as representing a people who were close to the earth, a people who were fierce warriors, or a people who were the first real Americans.  But too late.  Maybe the PC crowd behind the name change feels guilty about the white man’s role in the Trail of Tears, the broken treaties, confiscating land, including hunting grounds and sacred lands, or the provision to Indian tribes of blankets infected with small pox, the massacres including Wounded Knee, the slaughter and near extinction of the American bison, and forcing Native American to live where nobody would choose to live, like the Pine Ridge Reservation, where poverty and hunger continue to cause pain for Native Americans.  Why don’t these PC crowds do something that really matters?

I’m hoping Lamar becomes the Apaches , Comanches or Kiowas, tribes who inhabited Texas.  What’s offensive about honoring a speciofic tribe?  But I’m  sure that the new mascot will be something inane.  Like a color or a maybe a tree. Oh by the way, after graduating from St. John’s, I went to school in California.  Menlo College.  We were the Oaks.  California was way ahead of its time.



Back in the Saddle

August 13, 2013

I’ve been actively writing novel #7 and it feels so good. I’m done with the editing chores required with re-publishing novels numbers, 6, 4 and 1 in that order. When I go for walks, I’m thinking about my next chapter. When I’m tossing and turning in bed during the middle of the night I’m thinking about how to input more drama and suspense in the story. And when I’m at the keyboard, I’ll occasionally stop for a moment, stare out the window, and suddenly in through the glass oozes the words I’m searching for.  Writers may have to get involved with promotion. They may have to do some bookkeeping. They might spend hours or days making a living through some other endeavor.  But writers are definitely happiest when they are writing. I’m happy. Even though I’ve only outlined the first 20 chapters, and I’m not certain of my ending, I know that through my process of writing — the hours spent at the keyboard or in contemplation on my walks — I will be able to complete the novel with a satisfactory ending. I trust my process. And in three weeks I go on vacation with my wife to the Black HIlls, to revisit the inspiration for novel #4. This is a great time.