I’ve been busy this week writing about school marms of the old west. My publisher has asked me to bring the book in before the original deadline so I’ve been feverishly trying to comply. I want to focus all my energy on the posse book. I love the story and the memory of the four men I get to spend time with everyday. After meeting with Louis Gossett Jr. this past week I decided I would phone him and ask if he would read the screenplay I wrote entitled Frogs In Paradise. The story centers around a murder that actually occurred in my hometown. He agreed and my agent has sent the material to him. In other news, the production company that optioned Playing For Time emailed and told me there has been some interest expressed in the project. It would be nice to see that get off the ground. Even with all this going on I find I am overwhelmed with thoughts of my brother. I will write his story and continue to pray everyday that God stips the bitterness from my heart. It’s all consuming at times. There’s nothing anyone can do about the hurt and loss and that’s the damn awful misery of it.