Art Market This Weekend

Writing has been on hold the past few weeks while we get ready for the Cloudcroft, NM October Art Show. Sharon has been busy going through all her photographs, printing, and framing. She’s got quite a body of work now and growing almost daily. We have around 80 framed photos and another 100 matted for the show.

Her work will be on display and for sale this Saturday and Sunday. We’ll make the 270 mile trek to New Mexico tomorrow to get set up for the outdoor event. Wish her luck! 

Please take a look at our “About Us” page and click our links to see her wonderful photography or to check out my novel, Indian Paintbrush.

Brian

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Another Sample of “Indian Paintbrush”, A Thriller by B. K. Jones

After a couple of relaxing weeks living out in the boonies, we moved to a new spot yesterday, where we have good sun exposure for our solar panels and phone service. Finding a place where we can get both seems to be quite challenging here in the forest around Cloudcroft, NM.

I made some good progress on my next novel too. There’s nothing like getting out in nature for me, and away from people for a bit, to get my imagination going. The lack of cell service sometimes doesn’t hurt either. When I get a little further along, I’ll also post some samples from the new novel too.

Sharon also has some new photos up on her Facebook. Be sure to visit our “About Us” page and click her Facebook link to see them. She is a very talented photographer in my opinion, however biased it may be. She’s also very beautiful!

That’s enough about us for now. Here’s the second sample of Indian Paintbrush….

“Why are you whispering? Why don’t you show yourself you sonofabitch?” Andy said sternly as he tried to turn and look at the person who spoke to him. He could hear the sound of leather soled boots shifting and scraping on the concrete behind him. The bastard was moving to stay out of his line of sight, Andy thought to himself.

               “I know you’re scared, bud.” the voice said as Andy made another attempt to turn himself to where he could identify his assailant. “It’s ok though. You won’t be scared much longer.” the voice said, still whispering. With that last statement from the stranger, Andy felt cold chills all over his body. He didn’t know who this person could be or why anyone would want to do this him, but he had a pretty good idea what the stranger meant. He decided at that point he no longer wanted to see his assailant.

               Andy just hung there not saying anything else, just waiting for his fate. There was nothing else he could do. He thought of screaming out for help, but he knew his wife was gone into town, and he knew no one else was near enough to hear him. He remained silent. He refused to beg for his life like a coward. If the stranger had the intent of killing him, Andy figured he would follow through with it no matter what he said. So, Andy chose to keep his dignity. He kept silent and still, and prayed to God to take care of his wife and his parents if he should not make it through this ordeal.

               Andy heard the sound of the boots shuffle slowly on the concrete behind him. The sound moved around him to his side. He closed his eyes. Then he could feel the presence of someone in front of him. He kept his eyes closed.

               “Open your eyes.” the man ordered him. Andy didn’t open them. “You hear me, bud?” the voice said. He wasn’t whispering now. The voice sounded familiar to him now, but he couldn’t remember when or where he had heard it. “I said open ‘em!” the man said more sternly, but not too loud.

               It seemed like a lifetime went by as Andy hung there, refusing to open his eyes or say anything more. It had only been a minute or so in realty.

               “Do what you’re gonna do or get the hell outa here and leave me alone!” Andy finally said.

               “Oh, I’ll leave soon enough, bud.” The man responded coldly. “Man, you never saw it coming when I whacked you on the head with that hammer, did ya, bud?” The man said almost jokingly. “Your just as hard headed as ever, bud.”

               Andy still couldn’t place the voice. The man seemed to know him, though. He thought about looking at the man, now standing before him as he hung there by his ankles in the barn. The stranger kept referring to him as “bud”. He couldn’t recall anybody ever calling him that. Maybe it was something he called everyone.

That’s it for now. Thanks for taking an interest in our lives.

Till next time….

Brian

A New Campsite and A Sample From “Indian Paintbrush”

I’m writing this entry from the truck parked in downtown Cloudcroft, NM. Our new campsite is about 8 miles from town in dispersed camping and we have no phone service there, so no Internet either.

Anyway, without further delay, here is the 1st sample from my first novel Indian Paintbrush.

Andy regained consciousness and was immediately met with a pounding in his head, blurred vision, disorientation and total confusion. He could somewhat see, but couldn’t make out what he was seeing. He thought he recognized where he was, but something just wasn’t right about it. The pain in his head was so intense he could hardly keep his eyes open. He had a sensation of swaying. The effect was nauseating; he closed his eyes tight to settle his stomach. Every beat of his heart sent a wave of nausea and a sharp, near unbearable pain to the top of his head.

               “Don’t quite know what to make of this do ya, bud?” a voice whispered in Andy’s ear. Andy swung around to see who spoke. Something was keeping him from moving freely. He struggled a bit before soon realizing he didn’t have full use of his arms or legs. Squinting through whatever was blurring his vision, he confirmed to himself that he was in his barn behind the house. He was sure of that, despite the darkness. He closed his eyes again, though he had failed to locate the source of the voice that spoke to him.

               “Figure it out yet Bud?” Andy heard the voice again. He turned his head slowly to the side and down where the voice came from. Then, something pressed against his opposite shoulder and pushed. He was swaying back and forth, from front to back again, though he felt he was in a standing position. Still, he could see no one. Forcing himself to keep his eyes open this time, he finally figured out why he could not get a grasp on his position. He looked down and could make out his own feet. His boots had been removed but he still had his socks on. A rope had been tied around both his ankles, holding them together. Beyond his feet, where he expected to see whatever it was he was standing on, he now recognized as the rafters and heavy timbers that made up the barn’s ceiling. There, he saw the other end of the rope that bound his ankles. He recognized the rope as his own. It had been coiled and hanging on a large nail above his work table that sat against the wall. He was hanging upside down in his barn, by his own rope.

               Andy felt another push from his back. It was then that he realized his wrists were tied behind his back with something he couldn’t make out, maybe some sort of leather strap.

               “I’m real sorry bout this Andy. It’s just not your day, bud.” The whispering voice said.

               “Who the hell are you?” Andy raised his voice more in anger than fear.

               “That’s really not important now, bud.” the voice answered. “What’s important is that you know that this is the only way. I’ve thought about this for a long time now, and this is just the only way.”

If you like what you’ve read so far, you can get the full novel on Kindle here. I’ll also be posting more sample from Indian Paintbrush in later posts if you’re not sure yet.

Thanks for reading…

Brian

Sooner Rather Than Later…

In light of the terrible experience we’ve had camp hosting this summer, we decided to depart early. The managers here said they understood when I told them we couldn’t take anymore “babysitting” and we parted on good terms last Sunday. I can’t even begin to explain the relief we feel getting free of this last workamping job. I’m sure I couldn’t have lasted till the season’s end. 

The good news, make that great news, is we’ll have the remainder of the season to get some work done on our own respective crafts. We moved from our camp where we were hosts to another area about 1.5 miles up the road to unwind for a few days. We’ll be moving out to dispersed camping here in the Cloudcroft area in a few more days. I can’t wait to get back to work on my novel. Then we’ll be moving on north and into Colorado for the remainder of summer. 

As far as my first novel, it’s been over 2 years since Indian Paintbrush was first published. It’s a very, very slow process but it’s finally getting a bit more attention. Though I’m nowhere near making my living from writing, I can now see the possibility is there. 

I’ll be posting some samples from Indian Paintbrush here on the blog over the next few weeks. Please check it out on our “About Us” page. Click the link there and check out the reviews I’ve gotten so far. It’s only $3.99. Also, take a look at Sharon’s photography. There a link for that too on the “About Us” page. Don’t forget to check back to read samples from my first novel, Indian Paintbrush.

Till next time, Brian.

What is wrong with people?

I’ll try not to go all negative here. I’ll also try not to rant and rave and get up on my soap box. 

I used to like people and I used to like the atmosphere at a campground. Don’t get me wrong. We get some great campers here at the Pines Campground. We’ve met some of the nicest folks. They have been great, conscientious neighbors. We’ve been commended on how we run the camp and how clean everything is. Unfortunately, they’ve been the minority. 

We get a slew of people that can’t or won’t read a sign. If they do read the rules, it’s like they’re are going down the list breaking each one. We do our best to keep it nice and quiet for our campers who come here specifically for the peace and quiet. And I can tell you, it can be a 24 hour a day job sometimes. 

I have been coming to these camps in this area literally my whole life and it was always a rare occasion to see a camp host having to enforce an obvious, common sense rule. It should be as simple as being a good neighbor and not trashing nature. 

I don’t know what is happening to people but so many just do not care about anything but their own selfish agenda. What started out as a way to spend the summer in a place we love and stretch our dollar a bit, has turned into one of the most frustrating, stressful times for me that I can remember.

My plan was to finish my 2nd novel’s first draft here and have it published by the end of the year. But between collecting fees that folks try to avoid paying, making people park in appropriate locations, and telling people that their music shouldn’t be able to be heard by folks in the next county; and let’s not forget the ones who think their children should be able roam and run through everyone else’s camp site all day and all night, we have time for nothing else. 

I always try to keep this blog positive, but my poor wife is sick of listening to me gripe. So, my readers are the lucky ones today. Speaking of my dear spouse, she is such a better person than I could ever be. If it weren’t for her, I’d have hitched up the house and moved out to middle of nowhere by now, leaving this camp high and dry with no host long ago. So, I reluctantly agreed to try and stay to the end of our obligation. 

Even though we are not yet at the point of covering all our living expenses from my writing and her photography, I vow to not take a job that gets in the way of our dreams again. Though these workamp jobs do stretch a dollar, I have to wonder where we’d be with our respective crafts if we hadn’t taken temporary jobs along the way that inevitably delayed what might await us. Did they really stretch a dollar? 

The bottom line is I have stories to tell that many folks will find entertaining. Many of those folks have, and will be willing in the future, to pay a small fee to read these stories. I believed this from the beginning. Sharon has seen and captured many images through her camera lens that no one else would’ve seen or thought to capture the way she has. And, her images are only getting more beautiful and more interesting the longer she pursues them. There are also many people out there that are willing to compensate her to own copies of those images. That has already been proven. 

Don’t waste your time doing things that are only delaying your success.

Brian

Back to the Cool Mountains

It looks like we’ve concluded our medical visits in Lubbock for the time being. And since we don’t have to be in Fredericksburg, TX until September the 24th, we’re going to once again escape the heat of west Texas for a couple of weeks. So, this weekend sometime we’ll hook up the house and go back to the Lincoln National Forest near Cloudcroft, NM. It’s not a bad drive from here, besides going through the middle of oil field country.

Hopefully, I can get the new cover for my novel, Indian Paintbrush, mostly figured out and have the new version available around mid October. I’m hoping it will be more appealing to new readers after that. It’s amazing how things that you think shouldn’t matter can make or break you when your marketing something. It’s become apparent to me that when it comes to self publishing, writing the manuscript itself is all I’m good at. Maybe I’ll learn the other stuff along the way.

I’d really like to get my next novel finished and out to readers before the end of this year. I’m sure I could do it, but I seem to be spending much of my time still working on the completed one. I have always believed, and still do, if you write quality material, you’ll eventually be recognized by the fans of said material. The thing about any writing is, everyone’s writing is unique to them. Each writer just has to find his or her fans, then make their writing available to those fans. Sounds easy, right? And, as I have to keep reminding myself, it takes time. Sometimes a long time.

While I keep looking for new fans and making my writing available to them, I’ll keep living this magnificent life of writing, travel, and self exploration. I’m living as close to my dream life as I ever have, right now. To me, that means I’m going the right direction. If you have a dream, it will stay only a dream unless you actively pursue making it a reality.

Since the link feature on WordPress seems to be inoperative right now, please check out the “About Us” page of this blog. There you can learn what we’re about and find links to my novel and Sharon’s photography.

Brian…

Sharon’s Daily Photo… Riding Through The Aspens

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