A Night in the Life of An Author


A Night in the Life of an Author

Tired, weary from another day of grocery shopping with the wife and working on his new book as much as possible, the man time and again turns his body on the big firm bed seeking the best position for sleep. He moves a small pillow between his knees to protect his joints. He curls his right arm around his head, his left arm straight to his side, then turns and does it all again. In spite of himself, he smiles in the dark at the idiocy of his routine for settling in bed. Finally he settles into a position he believes will work for him.

Then, his mind begins its replay of the day’s short session of writing. He is at a critical section in the book where he needs some action to enliven the narrative. He has two undercover sheriff’s deputies sitting with a Mexican informant at a table in a Mexican cantina on the Arizona border. The cantina is on the Mexican side of the border, and the object of their surveillance is a middle-aged rotund Mexican with a moustache, sitting just a few tables away with bodyguards and presumably coyote runners.

His mind dilemma? Does he start the action inside the cantina or wait out the mark and his bodyguards until they exit the smelly joint? The deputies and informant are drinking beer and telling jokes, acting out so as to fit in the milieu. His mind is alive with ideas. He must choose the most believable and the most exciting scenario for the action.

The man is settled on his right side and he now looks out the large window and sees the full moon shining through. The moon is bright, sharply outlined in the big pane of glass. He has always heard about ‘the man in the moon’ and he finds himself staring, trying to make out the ‘man’, but he cannot see the image. He gets out of bed and goes to the alcove window, repositions a stuffed chair and sits and covers every visible area on the moon. He cannot see ‘the man in the moon’. He sits there for some thirty minutes trying to see an image that apparently no one has any trouble seeing – he’s heard about ‘the man in the moon’ all his life. Why the hell can’t he see it?

Now, the man is irked. He’s thinking all the people who have mentioned ‘the man in the moon’ have put one over on him…there really isn’t an image of a man in the stupid moon.  He puts the chair back in its normal position in the alcove and goes back to bed, goes through his routine of getting settled…away from the moon.

The man is back to his book, back with his characters in the cantina in the Mexican border town, deciding just how he wants the action to play out. He thinks that he finally has a good piece of narrative for the action scene and now he’s got to tinkle. He gets up, goes to the bathroom, and he’s standing over the porcelain hole when he sees the moon again out the window. So, he’s studying the moon, looking for ‘the man’ and still can’t find him.

When he looks down he discovers he has dribbled his urine all over the freaking floor. He rolls off a big wad of toilet paper and wipes it all up. He rolls off another big wad of paper, goes to the sink and wets it down at the faucet, goes back and wipes again. Okay, so now he’s got the floor wet with the water and he rolls another big wad of toilet paper and wipes until the area is dry. He throws all the wads of paper in the toilet and flushes.

He’s walking out of the bathroom when he hears the water overflowing the toilet bowl and onto the tiled floor. Now, he says a few choice words and hopes he hasn’t awakened his wife. He finds the plunger and does the plunging until the water settles back to where it’s supposed to be.

Now, he’s got to clean the floor again so he tiptoes to the kitchen, grabs a full roll of paper towels, and goes tiptoeing back to the bathroom. It takes him some thirty minutes and six trips back to the kitchen garbage compactor to get the job done.

Finally, breathing heavily, he’s back in bed doing his settling routine. A few minutes later he’s about to fall off to sleep and the damned cat starts meowing, gets up on the bed, walks on the man’s legs and body, gets down, gets back up, and his wife is a sound sleeper but getting aroused. When the cat jumps off the bed like the fourth time the man gets up to chase him out of the room and lock him out, but he trips over the damned animal and falls on his keister.

The man involuntarily lets out a squeal as his foot hits a chair leg. He lies there on the carpet while the wife softly moans and never wakes up. He sighs, gets up, now doesn’t know where the cat is and very carefully slides his feet forward little by little toward the bedroom door. He sees the cat out in the hallway outside the door and rushes to get the door closed before he can get back in. He quickly closes the door but the bottom corner whacks him on the big toe. He involuntarily squeals again…his wife softly snorts but remains asleep.

He gets the door closed, carefully in the dark limps his way back to bed and goes once more through his settling routine. No more book business. It is time for sleep. His bed turning wakes his wife.

“You just getting to bed, honey? Could you get me a glass of water while you’re up?”

Have some misery! You know it loves company!

Billy Ray Chitwood – January 31, 2015

(Incidentally, the book referenced above will be out hopefully sometime this spring or summer… Some years ago, in a house move, I lost the manuscript to this book so I’m rewriting it…at that time the working title was “Stranger Abduction” – it will likely stay the same.)

The book I’m touting this week is Mama’s Madness. It was a tough book to write because of the subject matter, inspired by a California case many years ago…a mother from hell who tortured her kids and murdered two of her ex-husbands. It was a book with some embellishment but many of the scenes in the book actually happened. It is difficult to believe such evil exists… Give it a read and a review!

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Snow on the Bluegrass

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Snow on the Bluegrass

Our land of Lincoln has a four-inch blanket of snow this morning under a pale blue sunny sky. With the snow comes a palpable silence as though the land needs its inhabitants to quietly study their lives before the thaw comes. The trees point their long white leafless fingers in all directions in seemingly some ancient act of purification, an invitation to all to consider new possibilities for change and abstention of prior misdeeds…a glorification of perhaps life’s ultimate meanings and purpose, yet one more way to speak the words of Ecclesiastes…simply a time to reassess our belief systems and allow that just maybe there is a greater source and sustenance of our humble existence.

Billy Ray Chitwood – January 24, 2015


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The Bear Cub and Baby Doe

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The Bear Cub and Baby Doe

Steady drops fell from the melting icicles along the eaves with a monotonous sound which finally brought irritation to Miles Barrett. He was self-possessed with finishing the manuscript…so very close to the end of his mystery novel and having trouble with the ending. After the fourth correction in the last minute he was getting angry with the dripping sound. The arrival of sun this morning had renewed his energy for editing, re-writing, and possibly completing his manuscript.

A tall handsome man with a three-day beard and disheveled brown hair stopped and slapped his right hand on the desk, ran both hands through his unruly hair and cursed when he touched the cow-lick that had been with him all his life. In his instant pique he was aware that he was being silly with this behavior. He smiled and muttered softly, ‘You’re losing it, buddy!’

Miles quickly rose and left the loft office, descended the stairs, grabbed a broom, and went out the front door. For the next ten minutes he walked around the deck and knocked the icicles from the eaves. ‘Ah, no more drips!’ he said aloud and walked toward the front door. The weather report reported 50 degrees but it seemed much warmer, and he was comfortable in his jeans and pullover sweater.

As he approached the front door entry Miles noticed movement and noise down by the cabin’s propane tank. Woods surrounded the property and opened to a canyon at the back of the cabin. The tank was on the edge of the bluff and five acres of surrounding forest at the southern portion of the cabin. Other cabins were nearby but could not be seen through the trees.

Again, Miles noticed movement of brush and noise on the far side of the tank and decided to walk cautiously closer. Instinctively he picked up a dead three-foot tree branch that had fallen during one of the recent storms…the branch would afford modest protection from an unknown animal and predator. Miles pressed his body against the rounded bluff-end of the tank and prepared to peer around it when a loud baying sound erupted and made him involuntarily quake in his short boots. He could run for the cabin, or, he could look around the tank and see the commotion… He looked around the tank…

Miles’ eyes did some wild blinking…there in front of him was a bear cub and baby doe. The baby doe scampered some twenty feet, stopped, looked back, and wavered, to run deeper into the forest of trees or to stay. The bear cub eyed the strange man standing in front of him, eyed the baby doe, and ran to join the doe. Now, both the bear cub and the baby doe eyed Miles, as if to say, ‘What is it you want? We’re just playing here!’

Miles found himself talking to the animals. “Hey, guys, I mean you no harm. Go ahead and play… You’re both so beautiful!” He smiled and felt inane.

Then, a funny thing happened… They ignored Miles and began joyfully playing, the cub giving a feint growling sound and gently pawing the flanks of the doe, while the doe pawed back playfully and occasionally rubbed its head in an affectionate way against the rough fur of the bear cub.

Miles stood, fascinated by the interplay of the two animals. He had received e-mails from people showing animals of different kinds playing or cuddling with each other in the wild. Now, he could believe those magnificent displays of nature.

As he stood there, his mind churned and spilled out metaphors for human behavior. This display in front of him was one of the most beautiful scenes he had ever experienced. He leaned there against the propane tank and watched, spell-bound by the lovely creatures at play. He could not say how long he stood and watched the animals.

Suddenly, there was a mighty roar from somewhere in the woods. It sounded to Miles like an impatient bear roar.

The small cub in front of Miles jumped with the sound and cutely scurried through the trees. The baby doe gave Miles one last look and gracefully bound away.

All became quiet in the forest. Miles walked back to the cabin, up to writing loft, and deleted the entire last chapter of his manuscript. What he had just seen would be embellished and serve as his ending.

To think, inspiration for writing could be all around us.

Miles would have a beautiful story to tell his wife when she returned from shopping… If he had only captured those scenes with his camera! But then, in retrieving the camera, he could have lost all that beauty.

Billy Ray Chitwood – January 17, 2015

If you like romance, love, and murder in combustible pages, you might want to read my novel, The Reluctant Savage, a noir-type fast-paced romp that includes a love triangle mixed with some dark and evil business. The characters have 3-D dimension, are portrayed well, and the action is set in Phoenix, Arizona. I could tell you that the book has some 5-Star reviews on Amazon, but it is likely much better that you determine a rating after you read it. So, dig in, read it, have some fun, and leave your own Amazon Review… I had a ball writing it!



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Life and Death


Life and Death

Why are there trees? Why do trees have so many branches? Why do the branches have so many leafy arms? Why do the leaves fall and die in the cold seasons? Why do new leaves appear on the branches in the warm seasons?

Of course, if we have paid attention in school and are lucky enough to remember, some of these questions are easily answered by Science: chlorophyll, sunlight, energy, photosynthesis…providing oxygen in the air…

Why do trees live longer than people?

Why do people gravitate toward Science, toward Medicine, toward Teaching, toward Farming, toward Religion, toward non-Religion, toward Crime?

Why are some people more intelligent than others?

The ‘whys’ of our living never end.

Life is considered precious by most of us. Who can argue when the sunrise comes and the sunset gives way to darkness? Who can argue with a beach walk with someone in love? Who can argue when a child is born after a meticulous and precise nine-month process? Who can argue with all the beauty we can see and feel near the sweet edge of ecstasy?


What if Death ultimately brings more fulfillment than the tactile and visual reality of what we call Life? Some of us fear Death, or, if not the event itself, the process by which we Die – a long prolonged death by cancer, by stroke, by a mind no longer functional in what most people would classify as normal. When the last breath is drawn and the body’s flesh lies in a soft plastic state, and an official master acknowledger of Death says it is so, when the family and friends stand mute and transfixed in that moment, unbelieving that the loved one is truly gone, what if the now missing energy of the deceased has really relocated to a unimaginable realm of beauty and peace, invisible to those of us remaining, but viewing in its new brilliance the mourning and now possessing a truth that bonds it with eternity?

For some, Faith in a Deity is firm and substantial. For some, Faith in a Deity is fragile and not as steadfast as they might wish. For some, Faith in a Deity is a meaningless pursuit of the mind…their lack of belief based on an experiential compendium of research and travels. Superfluously, except for some clairvoyant awakening and/or revelation, Faith is not something that one can normally apply the tools of tactility…though there are those throughout history who proclaim to have been touched, who proclaim they have felt, heard, and seen their religious experiences.  

For me, an agnostic can honestly question with humility a belief system based on religion. I have some atheist friends who have humility in their non-belief. I have seen some atheists who display arrogance in their non-belief and patronizingly see those who believe as intellectually challenged. Of course, each of us are free to believe as we are so inclined. The atheist’s argument gets weaker with each passing day. Science itself has agreed that the ‘big bang’ cannot answer all the questions relative to ‘first cause’, evolution, hate, love, hell, and heaven.

Why not Faith? Why not belief in a higher authority beyond our orb? We believe and die, we experience the wonderful options of the hereafter. We do not believe and die, perhaps the options are not so great, or, not at all. So, it can be said that I can live with my faith, die, and there are no eternal rewards, just, well, black nothingness. In such a case, though I believe it impossible, my Faith is for naught. Thus, my tenuous beliefs in a Higher Authority are based on some amazing everyday miracles like birth precision, love, miracles, moon, ocean, sea, science, sun, sunrise, sunset, and throw in some historical documents like the Old and New Testaments, scrolls, and the overwhelming numbers of believers throughout the world.

Bad and good coexist side by side for a purpose. Do I know the purpose? No. A son, a daughter dies in illness or in a horrible way, leaving the parents bereft and paralyzed with grief. An earthquake, a flood, a tornado, a tsunami, takes tens of thousands of lives, and our hearts and souls take tumbles. People love, marry, divorce, re-marry…love ebbing and flowing. Do I know the purpose? No. But, I do believe that there is a reason for every action, deed, and thought of Man that goes beyond mortal understanding. My only badge for that belief is Faith. Perhaps there are some things the intellect computer cannot print out.  

The question to be begged is, why would you not have Faith in a Higher Intelligence, the possibility of eternal peace? There is enough darkness in life to go with the light. Why not believe something much better is awaiting us at death? Who can answer with certainty the question, ‘What happens at death?’    

Billy Ray Chitwood – January 6, 2015

Keep going!

There is more to follow!

Now, I hope to pleasantly engage you with a promo for one of my books. The title of the novel is, Murder in Pueblo Del Mar. This ‘Bailey Crane Mystery’ was inspired by an actual murder of an Arizona wife and mother while on holiday in Mexico along the Sea of Cortez. It was a particularly brutal homicide and my fictional account uses the forensics of the day and draws the characters as my mind perceived at the time. It is, like all my ‘Bailey Crane’ books, not the usual detective caper. ‘Bailey’ tells the story, fusing and musing the elements while filling out some details of another sad and personal story which also has some authenticity…not only for ‘Bailey’ but for the author himself.

Please give it a read, and, if convenient, give it an amazon review. Thank you.



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Filling it Out


Filling it out!

My good friend, Twitter and otherwise, gave me the idea for this post…that’s Eden in the picture, looking all intense and provocative! Eden is a supporter extraordinaire of authors, unselfishly giving of her efforts and time to let the world know about some really great authors. Eden is involved in many projects that deal with Art, Music, and Literature. Aside from writing some excellent quasi-steamy short stories that mirror human behavior and need, she has written a psychological thriller entitled, Stranger at Sunset (Buy sites: Amazon CANADA:  goo.gl/HPiIiHAmazon US: goo.gl/YhKSmzAmazon UK:  goo.gl/U3pZtP).

Read it and enjoy! The cover is beautiful and appropriately chosen, don’t you think? Let your imagination dwell momentarily on the cover, then go inside and read the book. You’ll see what I mean…


The idea for this post?

In her New Year’s blog post (Jan. 1, 2015), Eden talked about ‘filling a notebook’ with all the myriad emotions and events that touch our lives from year to year. That got me to thinking about some of the subjective, likely argumentative blog posts I wrote in 2014 – of a political and/or religious nature. This is not an apology for those posts because ‘branding’ means letting people know who you are and why you are. It is true, however, that one can alienate readers with views that go counter to their own.

When I started my blog some years ago it was to be about writing, about how we live by the mandates of our DNA, our heritage. So, I wrote about the beauty of a Mexican beach on the Sea of Cortez, about my early mobile and emotional life, about the important aspects (to me) of writing. As I went along I wrote about political issues that bothered my biased conservative side, to the point where my anger was likely revealed. That can all be well and good to let people know where you stand on issues, but it can drive some away from your blog.

This year, I intend to keep my political prejudices minimalized and write more about writing and how words beautifully strung together can excite and titillate, write more about the beauty of life and the world. Having said this, I cannot promise to stay completely mum on issues that affect my beloved country, my children, and my grandchildren. It is not likely to change anyone’s belief system as, in the end, we truly are who we are, but by voicing my core opinions I can at least feel better about myself.

Reading over what I’ve just written it appears that not a whole lot is going to change in my blog posts of 2015. The posts will be honest, part of my core, and there will mention of my books – with the hope I can induce you to purchase one or all and read it/them.

On Eden’s blog you will find author interviews, her forthright comments. She is a great supporter of authors and their works. You can find her at twitter.com (@edenbaylee) and at edenbayleebooks.com.

It’s my hope that the new year of 2015 will be happy and prosperous for you all and that the world’s wisdom can find ways to solve some plaguing issues and problems. For me, I’ll be ‘filling out’ that notebook of mine in 2015, hopefully touching on matters that have some significance in all our lives.

Billy Ray Chitwood – January 2, 2015

Now, for my promo this week, I bring to your attention fiction that is tantalizingly delicious with its romance – a love triangle no less – its suspense, and, even, its evil. The novel is a film-noir read and I believe it moves along at a crisp pace. The characters, I suggest, are drawn well, either to be fondly embraced or to be considered angrily. The novel is entitled, The Reluctant Savage, and it has 5-Star Reviews. Give it a read and, if so disposed, write your own amazon review. Like other authors opine, books without readers and reviews are like unpeeled bananas! (What!? Authors opine that thought!?) Oh, well, I could beg!



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