For starters let me warn you that I am writing this blog entry under the influence of high-strength antibiotics. I have been suffering from what I thought was a lousy cold and it turned out to be a lousy case of walking pneumonia. Which means my entire right lung is full of something that resembles the lint you find in the bottom of the pocket of a man who has been drowned at sea for about fourteen days or so.
I am talking funky, moldy, mildewed gunk.
So enough about me.
Let’s talk about Valentine’s Day.
It is a day for romance – and I know an awful lot about romance.
For one thing – I have read The Bridges of Madison County several times.
I’ve watched numerous performances of Romeo and Juliet and I have watched John Wayne romantically slug Victor McLaglen halfway across Ireland for the sake of the beautiful Maureen O’Hara.
My God, I still get choked up thinking about the two of them and how very long it took for them to get together.
Yup, I have to confess I am a die hard old school romantic. I believe in true love and I have absolutely no idea why I have never written a romance novel – yet.
Happy Valentine’s Day, folks!
Why don’t you pick up a FREE Kindle copy of my weird west collection for Valentine’s Day today? I guarantee you that my story “North of Bigfoot, Bound for Memphis” is going to make you go “awwww” by the very end of it.