The Gentleman Bounty Hunter Writing Project


There are four writing projects that I am planning on completing this year. I would like to get them planned out and written well before the end of the year, but things do come up. However, I don't see any reason why they can't be finished up and ready to go for next Christmas.

I don't have any set order for completing them, although I am hoping to get The Easter Wolf up and running by Easter in order to give people an alternative history of the celebration of Easter from an American marketing perspective. Living in Germany has made me aware of the fact that not everyone celebrates the same holiday the same way. It's a much bigger deal here than it is in the United States. I have found a great vehicle for a new telling of the behind the scenes machinations of Easter that I thought was worthy of getting out there.

The oldest projects are the ones that center around Norman Rogers and his self-deluding trip through the popular culture. The two best stories I have are set in different times. I have a lot of source material for these projects.

The Chasseurs is at the full writing stage. There isn't much research left to do. I have enough source material to complete the project. All I need now is time. Because these portals exist as blogs, I have to keep adding material in order to maintain interest. Which is no problem--I have the chance to do this. But, really, these sites should be fully-realized websites, and not blogs. For now, Scribd is the preferred method of publication. I would expect that this will change in the future, although I would think that this would be because Scribd doesn't give me the flexibility to fully self-publish material as of yet.

Consider this the January update for these projects. More to follow.

Gentleman Bounty Hunter Preview

Gentleman Bounty Hunter

Revised and edited. This reads a little easier, I think.

I Am Not Wrangling Dirty Plates For You


True story--when I met my wonderful friend Babs Worthington in Switzerland last week, she had a small task for me. This required a day trip to one of the cantons of Switzerland I rather like so this was no hardship.

The task was simple--check on a young lady who was a student at the school they run in Switzerland for kids who study abroad. I won't name names, but this is the school that the Actor Billy Zane (I am told) went to for his education.

Anyway, the young lady has a parent in Florida and a parent in Michigan and Babs knows the family--this is how ninety percent of our work finds us. She knows everyone who ever used a travel agency in the 1980s and 90s to go to the fabulous Florida Keys. This is her thing. We were asked to look in on her and see that she was still attending the school and to do so over summer break.

I had thought that summer break was when they would clear everyone out; this is not necessarily the case for kids who live over here in Europe and go on normal summer breaks. This young lady had private accommodations and was supposed to stay here year-round (her parents would then visit her in the spring and over the holidays--there's a divorce situation here, but an amicable one with new step-parents and all that, which is totally alien to me, but who am I but a weirdo?)

Babs and I drove to where we were supposed to go (thanks to Karen, the Australian GPS lady who says "re-CAAAAAAAHLK-ulating" when I intentionally miss a turnoff on the autobahn) but we didn't find her. We went to the address, but she had cleaned out her things. There was not one scrap left. No one had seen her since June.

Come to find out, she had been bumming across Western Europe (the Eastern part is still pretty yucky, I gather) and was calling in phony reports to her parents. Had they arrived for Christmas break, what were they going to find, then? I have no idea.

We did think it was funny that, when finding her in Mannheim, drunk and sitting on her suitcase at a fish festival, she thought I was there to take her drinking glasses and her plates back for the Pfand or deposit. 


Do I look like a waiter or a plate wrangler? 


Perhaps I do. I blend in with the Germans; this is my lot in life to be normal in countries where I happen to live.