Creosote bushes blooming in Rangerland
In the summer of 1962 Janie would run outdoors to escape Mama. Her legs brushed the creosote bushes and the sharp aroma of tar filled the air. Some days she would wait for Rick to get free from his little sister. She didn’t like waiting, so she often went on patrol in Rangerland alone. I’ve submitted queries to several literary agents for representation for SWEET JANE. I don’t like waiting either, so I’m starting work on my next novel, I SAW HIM STANDING THERE. Also in the works, DEPENDENCIES, and a rewrite of BROTHERS.Read More →