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WRITER'S BLOCK, Vol. 3, Issue#10 Glory Trail Audio Update, Giving away more books
October 01, 2017


Happy October!








The following picture and article were inspired by Nancy's email to us. (Hey, Nancy! We're sending you another autographed book. Your copy of Nodaway Trail will be in the mail soon!)






How I Got This Way...

Lewis in Love




In 1970 I spent most of my off time from the police department in the company of horses. Horse barns, stables, and western stores were excellent places to meet members of the opposite gender. I, in my early twenties, recently divorced, slightly disillusioned, and less than totally confident, was grateful for association with women of common interest, easy conversation, and low pressure. I frequented one particular western store on a regular basis for supplies, tack, and Tammi.


Tammi was a salesperson at that establishment. A tall, blond, willowy lass who seemed to enjoy my company and always gave me a winning grin when I came in, hustling over to help me before anyone else could. After a few examples of this type of treatment, I finally screwed up the courage to ask her out. Walking into the place, I scanned the room…no Tammi. The owner, absorbed in a malfunctioning cash register, grunted that it was Tammi’s day off and ignored me. Damn! I’d finally gathered the fortitude for an all out frontal Tammi assault…and no Tammi! I was halfheartedly looking at a three-quarter rigged Price-Mclaughlin saddle and musing through my personal inadequacies, when a female voice sliced into my misery.

“Hi. My name’s Laura. Help you?”

Laura. My favorite aunt was named Laura. I loved the name Laura…and before me stood the newest Laura in my life. She was wearing a chocolate fringed calfskin jacket over a gray t-shirt with white horizontal stripes, and boot cut Levi’s with brown kangaroo Justins. Her hair was short, slightly curly, four or five shades of blond; and she looked a bit like Shirley McClaine. Also, her eyes were bloodshot, and I could tell she had a headache the size of a tractor tire. It was a major college town. Co-eds with Saturday morning hangovers were not that uncommon.

Over the following month or so I dropped by the store several times; and Tammi said hello, but kept her distance. Laura waited on me. Laura challenged me, didn’t knuckle under in conversation, had some strong opinions, said whatever she pleased, and was not the least put off by my brief prior marriage or intimidated by the Walther PP in the shoulder holster under my Levi jacket.

In a near repeat of the Tammi incident, I marshaled my tiny courage and headed for the western store one fine afternoon to ask the fair Laura out. She wasn’t there. Day off? “No,” Tammi said, “she quit.” Laura had gone back to school or something. How was I doing? Sure was good to see me again. Fresh coffee, could she get me a cup? Really missed talking to me.

I mumbled some sort of vague answer then waded out of the joint, knee deep in emotional mud, and moped around for days.

A few weeks later, while driving my squad car to an evening lunch on the edge of the campus, I saw Laura walking down the sidewalk. I frantically threw my black and white around corners and down alleys so that she and I would just “happen” to arrive at the same corner at the same time. Feigning surprise, I said hello. She grinned. Little birdies sang, stars fell…you get the drift.

Two days later she accompanied me to a stable and spent an afternoon sitting painfully on the “opry seat”, the top rail of a board fence, while I worked some horses. She endured the ordeal without complaint, squinting against the sun, balancing on the narrow board. The girl had sand. That evening I treated her to a fabulous fast food dinner, and we went to a movie. Afterwards, we were drinking wine coolers at my apartment since my roommate was out of town. She was sitting on the couch, me across the room on the floor leaning against the wall by the stereo, when she asked if she could use my phone for a long distance call. Of course. She went into the kitchen, dialed, and I heard her say, “Hi, Mom. It’s Laura. I just called to tell you I’m in love with a divorced cop.” I sprayed wine cooler across the floor and wall. While I was still sputtering and dripping, she walked back into the living area and smiled at me. “You,” she said, “are going to have to get rid of your roommate.”

In the years since that evening, although she and I have spent some time apart, we have always been together.



Just two nights later was the annual Policeman’s Ball, and I had already made a date for the event. As I saw it, a date was a promise. Laura insisted I keep my promise. I dressed in a tux and left her at home. The young woman’s name was Kathleen…a statuesque Irish lass nearly six feet tall, red of hair, green of eye, and the absolute personification of feminine pulchritude. We had been going out occasionally for several months. She claimed to be waiting for that mystical moment when our spirits would meet and entwine, allowing us, then, the freedom to proceed to the ultimate level of physical yada yada yada…

I picked her up at her apartment on schedule, and I freely admit that she was indeed beautiful, dressed in a low cut white silk sheath, turning heads and raising blood pressure with every magnificent breath she took. In five-inch green velvet heels, she was the most awesome woman in the ballroom; and she knew it, graciously acknowledging compliments and open stares with serene style. She was attentive to me, friendly to all; and I was the envy of many. When we arrived back at her apartment after the dance she, the very same woman who had been backpedaling with the grace of a welterweight for six months, announced the time had come. We had reached the moment in our relationship that she had been waiting for. The point of surrender, consummation, and sweet release was at hand. She kicked off her shoes, sank to my eye level, and gave me a slow grin. “No thanks,” I said. “I’d really rather go home.”

And now, 47 years later, that remains the best decision I ever made.


-David








Book Give-Away News



In our last two newsletter, we announced a autographed Book Give-Away for those people who sent us emails with newsletter suggestions. Boy, did we have a lot of fun with that! Not only did we get some really good suggestions, but we also made some new friends...and even got some pictures. We'd like you to meet our friend, Nathan.

The Ironbear crew is still working on revamping the newsletter. Our goal is to make it more interesting for you. So, guess what! We really want your input on what would entertain you the most. Please, send your suggestions. Oh, and by the way, here's even more incentive! We're going to continue giving away autographed paperbacks for the next couple of months so email us a "do-able" suggestion and we'll snail-mail you an autographed paperback book of DEER RUN TRAIL. Any suggestion that is put into play will also get its sender an autographed paperback book of NODAWAY TRAIL.

So, keep those brains a thinkin' then use the email below to send the results. (Remember, you must use the email address below.)

ironbearwrites@gmail.com


This picture courtesy of Nathan


ironbearwrites@gmail.com.

We have several more books we will be mailing out in the next few days. So, Carolyn S. and Lavonne J., did you see that email from the Ironbear Gang? And, just a hint...someone else out there should be watching the mail, too! Oh, just so everyone knows...we look forward to sending out more books!



TRAIL SERIES UPDATES



David's audio part of Glory Trail is finished. The producer needs to finish a little "polishing" then the book is on its way to the audio publisher. Things are still on schedule, so if all goes as it should, the audio version will still be available in about 2 months.

And, the new Trail book is coming along though it's still a work in progress. The book should be completed by late Spring 2018.







YouTube

We named the channel David R Lewis. So, you can just type in David's name, and the YouTube search engine will pull it up, or you can click on any of the links below.



David performs some excerpts from his books, shares some memories of his youth, and rants a little about the writing process.

AND, HERE'S A DIRECT LINK!

David R Lewis



The Crockett Series

The CROCKETT series:

Remember: eBook #1 of the CROCKETT series, FEAR OF THE FATHER, is still free everywhere. Here's the links:


Amazon Fear of the Father ***** Barnes and Noble Fear of the Father ***** iBook Fear of the Father ***** Kobo Fear of the Father


As we mentioned last time, David has written a total of 8 Crockett books. At present, 7 are out. Number 7, Behind the Badge, was released in eBook format, January 27, 2017 on Amazon and Smashwords and has made its way to other major distributors now.



Take to the TRAIL

DEER RUN TRAIL is free on Amazon and other distribution sites in eBook format. GLORY TRAIL was released on December 25, 2016. That makes 8 books in the TRAIL series.

Passing that information on to all your friends would sure be appreciated. Below, we've included a few of the links.


Amazon Deer Run Trail ***** Barnes and Noble DEER RUN TRAIL ***** iBook Deer Run Trail ***** Kobo Deer Run Trail



Thank you.

See ya again on November 1st! If you enjoyed this newsletter; please tell all your friends to visit our website and sign up for the fun.



Ironbear eBook Facebook link ***** Heartland Memories story page ***** Ironbear website *****



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