Not long
ago, I dusted off a favorite LP record album from the past and gave it a
listen. It’s still good. The record, by legendary country singer and songwriter
Roger Miller (no relation), is titled, “Dear Folks Sorry I Haven’t Written
Lately.” Well, folks, I haven’t written lately here either, although I doubt I
have been missed.
The last
few months on the writing front have been tied up with a lot of busy work.
Here’s a rundown.
Another collection of short stories is due in large print from Thorndike Publishing in late July. This one is a collaboration with friend and fellow author Michael Norman. Shiny Spurs and Gold Medallions features our award-winning Western stories (Western Writers of America Spur Awards, Will Rogers Medallion Awards, and elsewhere), along with some new offerings.
Then
there’s Buckoffs and Broken Barriers: Rodeo Poems, a new collection of
poetry in the works at publisher Speaking Volumes. The book, as the title
suggests, is all about rodeo, and includes poems both serious and silly. Some
have appeared in magazines long ago, some in other collections and anthologies,
and many are published here for the first time.
Speaking
Volumes also has the manuscript for a new novel featuring Rawhide
Robinson, ordinary cowboy and
extraordinary spinner of tall tales. This adventure, titled Rawhide Robinson
Rides with Old Blue, has our raconteur in the employ of Charlie Goodnight,
trailing cattle northward led by Goodnight’s legendary lead steer, Old Blue.
But Old Blue keeps walking even after reaching Ogallala, and Rawhide Robinson
follows the big steer into the great white north to fetch him back to Texas.
And, amidst
all that, I have been writing short articles from Western history for the
online publication Cowboy State Daily. Of late they have published my
pieces about Charlie Siringo; the 1896 Montpelier, Idaho bank robbery; the
Parcel Post Bank in Vernal, Utah; and Wild Bill Hickok’s gunfight in Springdale,
Missouri.
Also on
the horizon is a new novel from Speaking Volumes that will see the light of day
later this year. Where the Long Trail Ends is set on a cattle drive on
the Chisholm Trail. The title is a line from a poem by George Rhoades, an old college professor of mine,
who is also an award-winning poet. Then there’s a new novel about the Pony
Express, The Mail Must Get Through, as well as paperback and eBook
editions of my previous hardcover books This Thy Brother and Black
Joe and Other Selected Stories.
After all
that, who knows what else the future holds?
Sorry to fill
your day with so much chin music, but I wanted to make up for lost time.
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