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I will be releasing the boxed set of Darkness Reigns, Volume I/II by the end of March at the savings price of $5.99 on Amazon. I also will be adding this to my paperback collection in April which will include the first 2 chapters of Running for Home, Book 3. Hopefully this will make it easier for my readers to save money and boost sales as well.

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I was finally able to get down the hill to the Pond. The weather was warm and I really enjoyed watching the fish and the dogs swimming in it.

Fishing Hole


There are some serious eating fish in it now!


 

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Here is the new cover! I had issues with the picture format for some reason. This will hopefully be released this coming winter.

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Well, the snow is gone and the mud is three feet tall and rising! Or at least it seems that way to Fran and the dogs as they struggle to get the truck from point A to point B without a tow truck assist. One thing Fran did tell me about was our fish in the pond. It seems they are getting to be monster size and they need to get thinned out before we try to add more bait fish and minnows. So it may be time for me to break out the fishing pole and start thinnin' that herd!

On the author side, Running for Home is started and I need to do some sitting at the new (old) computer and start talking again. And I did take a few minutes to develop the new cover for Plague : 2014 which is shown below. I like to use a cover as a carrot to get me working!! What do you think?

 

 

This title brings me up to three books scheduled for release this year and should prove exciting for my readers! I hope you will all give them a try as they are released and please post a great 5 star review on Amazon!  Hint hint!!

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Everyone is talking about snow!

This is our pond totally frozen over. Hope fish don't die!

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Well, Fran was very lucky as the only damage was the tire rim and a strut. But it still cost over $500 after the tow and repair bill...ouch! But, I can live with that as only minutes before she had been on the blacktop at 60 mph! That same thing then would have been fatal for sure!

On other news, after weeks of snow and ice it has finally gotten above 32 degrees and things are melting! About time!! Besides seeing more birds, Fran had a close up and personal with a very large possum that she "thought" was dead after Jazmine stopped shaking it. Picking it up by the tail, she put it out of reach to take care of later. ONLY, later the possum was gone! Yes, it was playing "possum!" Wish I took a picture as this one was about 10 pounds or more!

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Well, I will soon know the total damnage to my truck. But a wheel falling off is never good. As bad as that is, is also missing a critical MRI to find out the cause of my arms going totally numb. Can't walk and now cannot eat...well not easily. Serious bummer.

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Sorry things are running behind! I developed a bone infection in my left elbow that has pretty much crippled my writing, eating, sleeping abilities to a terrible extent. And while it has finally allowed me a few minutes of sleep at night, my abilitiy to hold a thought and to act upon has been tasked. And pain has taken on a whole new meaning as it were.

BUT, my mind is still free and I am developing a new and devasting storyline based on real events taking place across the globe. In the island nation of Madagascar, the Bubonic Plague has taken hold and appears that it may be causing an increasing number of deaths. Strangely, almost all news has stopped, with nothing is coming out that the disease is now dying down or that it is out of control (a more likely possiblity). Last reports were made around Dec 21th, 2013 and stated that the disease had developed into a drug resistant airbrone type. Seriously!

So, take an injuried writer and a mind set free to scare the hell out of you in the coming weeks as Plague: 2014 hits the ground running. Right up to your door!

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Well, sales of Go the Distance are starting to rise! And I am hearing great things being said about it!

The co-founder of Prepperlinks wants to expand and help promote my books. To include my writing articles and how-to items plus tie them into the Prepper Matrix. The Prepper Matrix is a flow chart type visual planning guide. In any case, I said yes!

 

Newest book covers just released!

 

 

 

 Newsest book released.        "Go the Distance"

Paperback
ISBN: 1492277177
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00HQSEZ96

New Book in the works!!

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The first edited draft of Go the Distance is completed and I am finalizing the cover at Createspace currently. So I hope have both paperback and Kindle edition ready by February 1st 2014.

 

The wife says this is the best one yet!

I wrote this in 2006 and I thought it would be good for Christmas.

 

DFranck Portfolio | BecomeA Fan The Bird The cool morning air felt wonderful to Brown Speck as she lifted her wings. The Sun was just clearing the eastern edge of the village and dew shined like bright jewels upon the grass. Dropping to the ground and dipping her beak, she filled her crop with drop after drop of the dew. Oh the sweetness! As water was scare and hard win. So, every chance must be taken to refresh herself. Giving a happy chirp she jumped into the air and flew to the fig tree. There to feast on ripe figs and sing with others of her kind. On the desert floor, families journeyed from village to village with each family headed to the village of their birth as directed by the King of these lands. Many traveled well with fresh camels and donkeys and large tents covered them during the chill nights and small glass cups of tea refreshed them during the heat of the day. Others did not do so well as they walked step by step across the burning sands and rock and what shade they could find only lasted but a few short minutes. Water, water to drink, oh that was a treasure. By the time many reached the oasis, the water was bitter and nearly black with the foul spit of the camels. So the women carefully poured the foul mixture through layers of fine cloth in the hope of making whatever was left, drinkable. In the heat of the day, they all rested as best they could. Then moving on again as the day passed into late afternoon. Brown Speck rustled her feathers then worried a parasite from under her left wing. Throwing it into the air, she snapped it up with a flick of her beak. Looking around her, many of the others from her flock were still asleep. They would only awake as the Sun's light dimmed at end of day. Then it became a busy time as each rushed to find seeds, look for figs, and drink water from the puddle by the village well. And then maybe, finally, sing to one another. Men also moved about in the cooler warmth of the afternoon. And in the far distance, a small group of travelers could be seen unhurried, unable even to hurry. They made their way slowly down the long road to Brown Speck's village. The villagers paid little notice as a weary man lead his donkey toward them. The woman was seated on the donkey and was visibly in pain and discomfort. But, no one offered them aid, no one even cared to look at them, except to curse as they passed. The Villagers honored the King as he demanded, but they cursed the ones who had to travel to distant villages many years in their past. They cursed the foul smelling peasants that had no coin to pay the Inn Keeper's fee. Or the coppers to pay the Baker's price for fresh bread only one copper for stale bread before the pigs got it. Another copper for a handful of dates and figs of which this man shared with the woman. A clay pot gave them water from the well which had been pulled up from deep underground. At least, this water was fresh, cool, and clean and it helped to wash the desert dust from their lips. Spitting out the date seeds, the Man placed his fingers on the wide stomach of the Woman. A smile appeared as the Baby kicked once and then again. And the man bowed down and prayed that they would complete their journey before the baby made it's way into the world. Interested in the date seeds, Brown Speck flew down to the ground. Pecking at the small pieces of sweet date meat still on the drying seeds, She hopped from seed to seed, pecking here, worrying off sweet meat there. She let her interest in food foolishly guide her. No one saw the Cat as it moved slowly from behind the village well and, with a leap and a bound, it landed on Brown Speck! Razor sharp claws pulled at feathers and flesh in an instant. Brown Speck tried again and again to fly away! Pain! Pain! Fear! Fly! All raced through her in that instant and she knew that there was only a single heartbeat left to her. Then a shout and a stone startled the Cat. It bounded away as quickly as it had appeared. Feathers raining from its empty teeth. Brown Speck shuttered. Pain! Pain! Fear! Fly! A single wing answered her call. But, the other lay torn and red. Brown Speck's right wing had been laid bare by the claws of the cat. There was now no hope, no chance, and no dream of flight again. Only minutes remained before the cat returned to feast on her still beating heart. The Man who had thrown the stone just stared at the small bird as it tried again and again to make its broken wing fly. He picked up another stone and moved to finish the cat's work. But, then as he moved toward a hand came out of the darkness to stay the stone. Reaching as best she could with her wide belly, the Woman folded the bird's wings against its sides. Making cooing sounds and a warm breath it became the small bird's whole world as sizes, shapes, and smells flooded the area around it. Seeing the woman with the bird, the man shook his head and looked down at the ground. Nodding down again to make his point crystal clear. The woman's looked only at the small life within her fingers. This life needed a chance, so did her baby, they both just needed time. Sighing, the man dropped the stone and went to care for the donkey. He knew that sometimes you had to lead with your heart. Even when it was wrong. And this was one of those times as he saw it. But, as he returned, the woman had a smile on her face as she carefully dropped drops of water onto the bird's beak. Overcoming fear, Brown Speck filled her crop with this lifegiving water as she felt it slowing the rapid beating of her own heart. There was still pain and fear, but not the madness of flight. The next day's journey was a repeat of many other days. The same slow walk in the hot blinding sun. The sips of water for the woman and the donkey the smile of refusal from the man. And drop, vital drop, for the bird from the woman's hand taken from her own mouth as the man watched. It was only a bird, the man's face seemed to say, again and again, the baby as needs as well. But, the woman just smiled and placed the bird against her own beating chest and there it rested. Later, after the heat of the day, the man walked into another village. There again, another copper for stale bread, another for figs, and ..curse the King.. two coppers for a plate of spiced meat to share between them. A feast after days of bread and spoiled dates and the woman smiled and laughed as the baby made its presents known. Kicking enough to move the cloth over her belly. The man too smiled and rested his hand over the cloth. Thereby, feeling for him, the wonder of life. Brown Speck chirped as the woman fed bits of dates to her. The wing still was painful and lifeless. But the flesh had sealed out the sickness from the claw marks and the fever had started to go back down. Pecking a final bit of date, the woman's hand gave a drop of water to the bird. And then she was returned to the woman's breast. A soft beating heart in the woman's stomach matched the slow loud heartbeat of the woman. Life echoed life. As dawn came upon the land, the man and woman were again on the road. A final day of travel! And then, maybe .. rest., if only for a short while. The woman's face was pale and marked by pain the life inside her was fighting to be born. Soon. And the man prayed they would find a place for the birth. Being born on the side of the road was a matter not to be thought upon and his village was near, almost in sight. He hurried the donkey as much as he could. And moved on in the late afternoon while the heat was still molten. But, the village was finally in sight even if there were miles still to go. The bird chirped as the baby kicked. As if to say, be patient, a few hours more and you will be free. And then they could all rest in the village of its birth. The dust of the desert coated their hands and faces and the Inn Keeper looked at their threadbare robes. No gold or silver here, and no copper to be had either. The Inn Keeper shook his head and started to move away when the woman let a small sound of terrible pain cross her lips. The Inn Keeper heard the sound, as did the Inn Keeper's wife. Both looked closer at the woman upon the donkey, they saw the woman's pinched face and the stain appearing on her robes. They both nodded their heads toward a small mud hut in the back of the Inn. Then walked away. The woman smiled! Shelter, even poor shelter, was welcome news. And the man helped her down from the donkey's back and kicking together some straw and hay, the man laid his own sleeping robes over it. Then helped the woman to lie upon it. A roof of dirt and straw, how brightly it seemed to her. The walls, mud also, but firm and looking down upon her, her donkey, another, a horse, and two sheep. They were in the stables! The woman smiled for a moment before the pains stopped her. Seeing a clay bowl, the woman reached into her robes and carefully placed the injured bird within it. Brown Speck had seen many creatures born in her short life. And knew that the woman would soon bring forth the life within her. The bird remembered the eggs she had laid in her youth, how they later became young, her young. How she had given them water, and pieces of figs and dates. Seeds, bugs and flies came later to make them stronger. The desert gave life, but harshly. And nothing could be wasted. The man came to the woman with a clay bowl of fresh water and clean rugs. He washed her face and arms. Cooling her from the heat of the day. Being alone, he washed her legs and stomach as best he could. This was not a task he had done before. Sheep and goats, yes, even his donkey was born into his hands. But, never a human child. Brown Specked watch as the new life could at last be seen. A patch of flesh with brown hair. Just like her feathers, how wonderful..! Brown Speck chirped and then started to sing!! The bright clear notes seemed to ease the woman's pain so she sang louder. Making each note as long as she could! She flexed her wings and sailed into the air. So that all could hear her song of joy! Because now, Brown Speck had seen new life being born. And she knew that this life was needed upon the world. And Brown Speck flew into the night singing her song of welcome. So that all would know that he was here, at last.

 

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Here is the new cover for Book 2 of A Private War: Payback is a Bitch! Murdoch's Return. This book is planned for release in 2014. What do you think?

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I'm back to writing again after a period of illness that had left me weak and bedridden. But, the need to write and to create has gotten me back into my chair and good stuff is coming from my fingers. The scheduled release of Darkness Reigns, Book 2 "Go the Distance" is now scheduled for Spring 2014. Which should work out well as I hope to turn right around and start on Book 2 of "A Private War."

 

Cover for Go the Distance

 

 

It is also news nthat my wife, Francine will be taking a major part in wsriting Book 3 of Darkness from Judy's point of view. This is something that is already appearing in Book 2 as Judy reviews and 

discusses issues taking place in the compound. This book is hoped to be more of a preparations guide for life off the grid. As this something she knows well due to our real-life ednvironment.

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Dr D

With the weather changing quickly, we need to ensure that all of our livestock and pets will stay warm this winter. Replace the straw in their pens with fresh to aid them in staying healthy and don't forget to clean their water tanks and bowls. For chain link dog kennels, consider plastic tarps around the sides and top to stop the cold bitting winter winds and wet snow. And use mounds of straw under and around their dog houses for insulation from the cold ground.

For us, dress in layers so that we can remove items as we work and later replace as we start to cool down. Good boots, wool knit cap, and gloves are a must in poor weather and can save your live if you break down far from home. Also, ensure your vehicle has a sleeping bag, stove, candles, and snacks for when you do get stuck out overnight as temperatures can drop well below freezing after the sun goes down.

Stay prepared and stay warm this winter season!!

Lola Dec 2012 - August 21, 2013

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 The new books are now available on Amazon and a bookstore near you. Plus, the newest upcoming book, Go the Distance is already well in hand and we are looking at a Christmas 2013 release in paperback. The Kindle version will follow.

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Here is the paperback cover for A Private War, should will be released within the next few days once it passes final review at the printers. This will be a worldwide release. Both books have taken a toll on me but I am exited to seen this going to print after more than 25 years on the back burner. There is just nsomething about holding something you made in your hands.

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Well, I have been spending alot of hours getting Darkness Reigns and A Private War ready for for publishing into paperback versions. Darkness will be nearly 400 pages long and nearly 300 pages for War.

 This was created on CreateSpace cover maker and will be used for both the Kindle nebook and paperback releases next month. Pretty darn awesome!

Look for it September 1st on Amazon!!

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There, 33 Chapters hot off the edit room floor and into my unofficial readers group. Fran literally yelled at me last night after I sent her my last few chapters. Forgot about the cliffhanger type ending when I had quit typing. "You stopped!! Now?!!! I wanted to see how that ended!!

Awesome!!!!!!!

See Darkness Reigns! Coming in September!!