My life here in west central Florida started out bumpy. The thought passed through my brain to go back home and move in with family until I get back up onto my feet, but I’ve lived here for the past month already. My advice is to resist all of these impulses in the face of difficulty and tough it on out. Look for the good in one’s surroundings. I certainly had much to be thankful for. Money was running somewhat low, so I signed on with a company called Labor Finders. I work a day and am paid at the end of the day. After the first week I had a full forty-hour work week. There is a bank growing in popularity in these parts known as Sun Coast. I have never worked with people who are so accommodating. I highly recommend them.

I live the life I describe in one of my latest works, “The Ten Best Survival Jobs, how to find them, how to get them.” https://www.amazon.ca/Ten-Best-Survival-Jobs-find-ebook/dp/B0BJLGQQPY This work was originally published by SF Nonfiction, but the company fell on hard times and recanted every contract that was not on, or near being on, a best seller list. They still offer hardcover copies for sell, and the work has a five-star rating. Investigate the link for yourself. https://www.amazon.ae/10-Best-Survival-Jobs-find/dp/1925979482 With SF Nonfiction, at the editor’s request, I wrote underneath the pseudonym, L Horne. Living the unique life, I instruct for my readers to assume, is a part of what sets my work apart from most of my competitors. I describe myself in my own blunt nature as being the real deal, slam to the blood and bone! With me not much of a middle ground exists. One either deeply adores me or hates me to the core.

The writing lifestyle can be a true struggle to maintain. I have been doing it for over thirty years now. Believe it or not, there have been times when I considered throwing my hands up and quitting. If I was to do so, then who would I be? What would I be? What kind of life would I live? Where would my resignation place my loyal fans? In the end I can’t quit writing. Writing is my drug and my escape when everything else is gone. I am a writing junky.

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Here is another interesting work I absolutely must mention in passing today.

Way back during the mid 1980’s, I lived in the general area of the country where this account takes place. The time period from 1981 until maybe 1988, was known as the Col-core Era. The label, Col-core, stands for Columbus County corruption. The true participating territory encompassed virtually the entire southeastern NC, and northeastern SC areas, however. I am utterly astounded no other author from anywhere has written anything hailing from that era of time. So, I am proud to be the first one to do so!

The Col-core era really was like a living true life Gothic horror episode. I am happy to have witnessed it. Loads of violence, mysterious people, real life unsavory characters, wealthy families living in very elegant newly constructed and old-time West Indies styled mansions, with connections reaching deeply into the governor’s mansions of both states playing favorites and lashing out at enemies, and so forth, performed a part in this era. Let there be no doubt that to this day many questions of the time period are still un-answered. Such is the gospel truth of it. While maybe a majority of these colorful characters who played an active part have passed on, alas, still yet numbers live to this very day. I speculate where this reality could be a reason nothing has yet to be written, besides the fact of no writer ever bothering to do so, I feel. Court records are tough to access for those of us who don’t possess high profile security clearances, and only guilty fools give interviews. Good fiction must bear a certain grain of truth in it, if we recall.

For most of my life I have been active outdoors. I have been a big-time hunter, fisherman, trapper, hiker, camper, and man of the woods in general. Back during the mid 1980’s, I was hiking, camping, hunting and trapping, to a great extent in this area. There were several live oak and Spanish moss sheltered wolf’s-dens off from the railroad tracks near the old White Marsh Depot, where outdoorsmen of many types met to socialize, display their catches, trade valuable commodities and information in general. I hiked and trapped one of my rounds, pausing there briefly before moving on. The people of the time and era there were most definitely entertaining, and half-interesting to conversate with. Most of their conversations were about long-lost hell raising days overseas during the Korean and Vietnam wars, the big fist fights they were involved in locally over the years, how many people were afraid of them, how many deer they had slain and how many dirty women they had laid with. Huge amounts of cash money supposedly turned selling swamp made white lightning and other contraband, also filled their lines of speech that day. Then of course, one topic of conversation among locals of the time period was this Col-core situation.

Local people there in this morning setting before the crackling campfire, beside the hotcake skillet and the tin coffee pot, had a version of reasons why this situation occurred differing greatly from the news media of the time. I have no way to validate any of their claims. There is no doubt where an overwhelming majority of these claims were outright apocryphal. Small grains of truth in other claims, had magnitude levels super-inflated, as is the usual case in these types of affairs. The Incident in Galloway’s Quarter is a tale of fiction elaborating from these local claims, first published by Rowdy Living Press. The mentioned characters are fictional, while other names, descriptions, and places have been changed to protect both innocent and guilty faces. Purchase your copies today!

A company called Offbeat Reads has agreed to publish “The Incident in Galloway’s Quarter” inside an anthology sometime in March, I think. I will post the link inside this post, so stay tuned.