The world is not my home.: October 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

I have run amok!

Now, I know you popped in here to read the next installment, but I got some bad news for you. Since the sales of my first book are stalled out I have rethought the whole thing. Don't get me wrong, I am full of ideas and there is another book just busting to get out, but I am not a rich woman. So until I can pay for the last one, I am not going to worry about the next one.
And how silly is that to put it on here for free and then think some one might actually buy it? Not good marketing from this end. So the book is on a flash drive waiting to be finished. When the first one is paid for the second one will be printed and that is how it goes.
In the meantime, here is this blog and nothing to put on it. So my thoughts are that I am going to wander around this town and pop in to businesses here and there and then give you a report. Say I decide I want a hamburger and I drop in to McDonalds. Does the clerk smile? Make eye contact? Is the place clean? Was the hamburger what I expected? You get the drift. Trust me I have been in some places that would not like to have my report published! I am thinking I may need to take some one with me to verify my findings. I think I will carry a clipboard and when I leave get a permission slip. Thinking I may want to consult my attorney before I even embark on this, so give me some time and then check back in and see where I am.
And I would like your feedback on whether you would even read this or not. So email me your thoughts. loumercer3@aol.com In the meantime...

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This is the novel I have for sale on Amazon. Do not be confused by the title. Chapter One simply means this is my first book. There may never be another, or there may be many more. I am very proud of this endeavor and guarantee you will enjoy the book in it's enirety. Lou Mercer

From the back cover

Chapter One...Loose Ends
Lou Mercer

Meg Parker led a simple life. She was a widow of three years and lived on a chicken farm at the foot of the mighty Rockie Mountains. Life was good and her little store on eBay made her extra spending money. But snow and wildlife were not the only things lurking in the forest above her house. Nor did it stay in the forest for long.

Marshall Purcell came home a wounded veteran from vietnam. He still had his dreams, but they were of an incestuous past that threatened to consume him.

When Meg and Marshall met it seemed an inconsequential meeting, but it changed both their lives forever. And change is not always a good thing.

This is adult fiction at its best without all the sex. Well, maybe just a little bit.

About the author. Lou Mercer was born in Nickerson, Kansas. She came to Pueblo, Colorado in 1977 and is now a product of the majestic Rockie Mountains

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Installment #13 Greg and Kevin

Greg smiled as he watched Kevin adjust the mirror, move the seat, flex his hands, and finally grip the steering wheel. Kevin met his eyes and exclaimed, “What?”
Greg laughed, “Is everything quite right for your stint behind the wheel? Anything left to adjust? “ Secretly he was proud that Kevin wanted everything just right. Made him feel secure. And that was part of Kevin’s charm, always the same. Always dependable. And he would drive the speed limit and not go over. He would be careful passing and never take chances. Greg liked that in partner. Not that he had many partners, but he had his dreams and knew what he wanted. Dependability. Trustworthy. Honest. Loving. What more could he ask for in a man? They would board the plane at DIA and be home before dark. Greg wondered briefly how the pub was doing and then flipped the lever on the side of the seat and reclined just a little. Not going to sleep, just wanted to be in the semi vegetative state that he liked when riding in the passenger seat. They would be at the airport in just a little over an hour. Course that security thing at the airport was the worst. It actually took less time to get home than it took to get through that mess. But soon. And then he realized that they would be landing in San Francisco and they would not have a car to get home. He had taken Kevin to the airport and his mother had taken him. Two cars were in the garage at home and they would be in a cab. What a waste. Then he laughed. Kevin glanced at him and reached for his knee. Giving it a squeeze he smiled.
“Well, what is so funny on that side of the car?”
“I just realized that we are going to have to take a cab from
the airport to the house and there are two cars setting idle in the garage. We are just pretty wasteful.”
“We could ride the shuttle into town and then catch the city bus if you would rather.” The look of horror on Greg’s face made Kevin laugh loudly. He knew how Greg abhorred public transportation. He pulled into the center lane at the toll road entrance and pulled the ticket. Handing the ticket to Greg he accelerated and blended into the west bound traffic. In the distance he could see the big planes heading for the tiny dot on the horizon. DIA was getting closer. He felt the familiar knot in his stomach that he always got before a flight. But he did not want Greg to know, so he smiled and squeezed the hand that lay on the seat near his leg.