This book is the first of a series of ten which tell the tales of adventure, intrigue, danger and love which happen to a young girl named Hope and her dog Jazzy, a retired police canine. The series (Hope and Jazzy) starts with a book designed to be read by children between ten and fifteen … Continue reading The first in a series: Boxcar to Nowhere
The book, Spook my best friend, is a stand alone book for children and is available in print form from Amazon and any online book seller. There is an eBook format for sale on Apple Ibooks. The printed version is illustrated and the internal pages are in color as well. There is no current Audible … Continue reading My first children’s book
My new book, Since Antonius, several months in the making, is finally available to purchase fresh off the press! Soon it will be available in paperback on Amazon and most other book sellers, the ebook to follow shortly. It’s a work that I am proud of and I hope the release of this sequel to … Continue reading Since Antonius
Since Antonius For all you who have asked me for a sequel to my popular book Revenge of Jesus…. Well at last, it’s coming. Eventually. After completion of the first, I told myself and everyone who asked that there would never be a sequel. It took a lot of time to write Revenge of Jesus, … Continue reading At last…The Sequel!
I have posted several music videos on YouTube recently. Four are waltzes written for little girls. One is named Willa in honor of my mother, who once actually was a little girl. Another is named Kira and was written specifically for my granddaughter who is very special to me and really is a little girl. … Continue reading Alexander’s Music
In a few days, our third novel, “Are We A Band Yet?” will be released as an audiobook by Audible. “Are We A Band Yet?” is narrated by Janel Ridenhour and in our view, her best yet. This book was published a couple of years ago in small and large print versions and we are … Continue reading Another Audiobook!
Comey’s Eyes A Short Story by Alexander Francis New York, 1891 8:00 AM A little shift backwards and to the left enabled more of his chest to be exposed to the morning sun, just arising across the street above Murphy’s. Effects of the radiant heat on his blue coat were nearly instantaneous and … Continue reading Comey’s Eyes
THE GREAT FALLS Light rain started splattering his windshield as the sign for Old Dominion Road came into view. Rain had been intermittent since he left Georgetown and, given the low, grey November clouds, expected. Short days, cold nights… the season was sliding into winter, autumn’s furious color lying extinguished in mats of brown … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #10)
We’re On The Same Side Congressional Dining Room, Longworth House Chuck looked up from his meal and put his fork down. “You mean to say that you have nothing…NOTHING for me?” His practiced smile was still there, and Michael knew that Chuck had raised his voice for emphasis, not anger. It was his way of … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #6)
Conspiracy Bob Doran was seated but stood when Michael was shown into his office. His heavily-styled greying hair swept over his head, recalling various notorious television preachers. “Thanks so much for coming, Michael,” he beamed, offering his hand. The Chief of Staff occupied a spacious office, appointed with antiques dating from well before Lincoln. … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #9)
Quicktime Quid crastina volveret aetas scire nefas homini. What the morrow’s years might bring ’twas sin for man to know. Publius Papinius Statius A.D. 85 Michael stepped outside and took a deep breath. Their street was cobblestone, narrow with trolley tracks down the center, the shadows of the trees striking the pavement at irregular … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #8)
Awakening “How singular is the thing called pleasure, and how curiously related to pain, which might be thought to be the opposite of it; for they never come to a man together, and yet he who pursues either of them is generally compelled to take the other.” Marcus Valerius Martialis 80 A.D. Bird … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #7)
Encounter The dreaded rush home. It was the same every weekday. Cars filled the roads and were filled with pushy people, all urgently trying to get home after a long day. Any semblance of courtesy was not to be found as cars packed closely together, forming a caterpillar of colored metal, as if that would … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #5)
The Capital Steps It didn’t take long, about as far as the front edge of the Reflecting Pool, before his upper lip started to drip, causing him to dab at it with his already damp handkerchief. He intended to walk down the Washington Mall from the Capital, but he could see trucks parked along the … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #4)
Jennifer Whispered Jennifer whispered in his ear, her lips caressing his face as she spoke. It was like being kissed by a shy little girl, one too young to know what effect she had. Michael turned, looked into her face and pulled her to his lips. It was one of those encounters so engaging that … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #3)
Politico Across the room, Michael spotted him. It was easy enough because Tony in profile presented a unique silhouette, his pregnant abdomen preventing any close contact with someone standing in front trying to have a private word, as Michael was about to do. Anthony Ricardiscio was a heavyweight, the local imprimatur stamp, at … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #2)
PROLOGUE He looked up as the boy approached, an eyebrow raised in anticipation of a troublesome problem of youth, one that only an elder could answer in his detached, worldly view, a straight answer shorn of moralizing. Peter Robsin took his pipe from his mouth and turned his head stiffly to face Michael. One … Continue reading End of Truth (Excerpt #1)
It’s my great pleasure to announce the release of the audio version of Memory Gap on Audible.com as of today. It will shortly be available also on iTunes and Amazon. The narrator, Janel Ridenhour, brings out the characters in the book so well that when I listen I scarcely believe that I am the author!
This version also has a number of sound effects and musical additions which markedly enhance the story and narration. We were careful not to overdo it, but as you will hear, a bit of additional sound in the right places makes a more impactful presentation.
At one time, I had an idea of going much farther with sound effects but discovered that a talented narrator such as Janel can create the illusion of being there for the listener, and too much additional sound is unnecessary, even distracting. We believe that we have found the right mixture, but you are the final judge, and we would be interested in hearing your response.
A heartfelt thanks to Janel Ridenhour for the hard work and talent she invested in making Memory Gap come to life as she has done. I look forward to several more projects with her in the near future.
P.S. Listen to this sample of Memory Gap.
sample Memory Gap
Using myself as an example, all writers are influenced by previous, or even current writers. You don’t write without at least a silent comparison to what you have read and admired. And your tastes change over time, like moving from a preference for reds to magenta. Like everything else, increased knowledge leads to sophistication, even … Continue reading Read O. Henry Lately?
Fowl Language A glow of the early morning sun coming through the closed screen door of Budgie’s room alerted him to the beginning of a new day. He fluffed his feathers, then cocked his head in various positions, looking over his surroundings rapidly, as birds often do. Sidestepping to the small mirror adjacent to his … Continue reading Fowl Language