The Gonzo Wolf

It starts. Again.

Prologue

Awakening

March 27^th, 1836

Palm Sunday

            The morning sunlight bled blinding slivers through the jagged peaks of the distant mountains. A storm brewed at the higher elevation, swelling nearby parched washes and sending both the Nueces and Rio Bravo into a force to be reckoned with. At least for the wildlife who’d made their makeshift homes from Pack Rat nests and rocky outcroppings. If moving day had ever arrived, this was it.

I deleted my Facebook, separated myself from the soc-med indie-author community, left as a TAC founder…and I’m healing. All it took was to stop pretending, and be who I was before being led astray.

I have a publisher if needed, an outlet, and readers. I don’t need the literary equivalent of Trailer Park Boys breathing down my neck. It’s liberating.

It’s flowing.

Coming Soon.