I couldn't believe it. Dear Elvira will not be released until May17, and today I received a copy for the cover art for my next book Why Mary Beth Why. This book is not due to be released for a couple of months, but the cover art is fantastic. Perhaps Rebel Ink Press is trying to encourage me.

Back to Dear Elvira, my favorite character is a three year old girl with blonde curley hair. Her name is Rebecca Stubbs and she wears a leg brace that Matt Joplin refers to as her leg jewlery. She reminds Matt, you rally must believe.

Today I would like to give you more insight on Matt Joplin, the main character in DEAR ELVIRA

Matt Joplin was a small town boy who moved to the city after graduating from high school in Amherst, Texas. He was the product of divorced parents because of an incident that left Matt heartbroken. Once moving to Lubbock, he was fortunate to land a job with the city newspaper. After a few years working part time with the newspaper, he landed a full time job as a reporter. He developed close friendships with a few of the employees, and was asked to join the bowling team. Here he meet an older gentleman and his granddaughter, whose family values made a lasting impression on him. Two of the other newsmen and Matt were sent to a near by city to cover an important event. There, his co-workers were introduced to Matt's father and step-father, both of whom were very wealthy and influential men. Matt decided he wanted to use his job as a reporter to make a difference in the lives of people less fortunate than he.
Then there was this certain girl..

Today I would like to introduce my next book, DEAR ELVIRA. This book will be released by Rebel Ink Press May 17th. Matt Joplin is a reporter for The Star Journal, a newspaper based in Lubbock, Texas. Among his duties s a reporter is to write the advice column, Dear Elvira.

Every now and then, it's a good thing to clean out the attic of your mind so new ideas can find a place to put themselves.

Sometimes the little things in life make the biggest difference--a little time, a little rest, a little loving care.

At what age do you stop dreaming of the futue and live life for the day? Since my brother's death a week ago, I have not felt quite the same. At the age of 78, I realize I must be grateful for the day I have been given. Live each day as if it were going to be your last and enjoy every precious moment of it. Thank you God for loving me.

Why not take time for the simple pleasures in life, put aside your "have-to's" and just enjoy your "want-to's."

Sometimes the little things in life make the biggest difference-a little time, a litte love, a little loving care.

Sometimes it's good to leave the crowd--to wrap yourself in the cloak of quietness, to sit alone and rediscover your dreams.

I have posted a few paragraphs from my book Jami's Dilemma, on my blog. I hope you will find the innocence of this young girl refreshing.

      Jami Lei’s walk had taken her past the construction site they had passed earlier in the day. As she walked past one of the construction workers let out a wolf whistle. Jami Lei, stopped, turned to look at him and asked, “And what was that supposed to mean.”

      “Sorry Ma’am,” one of the young men said, “We are construction workers. When a beautiful female walks past, we are expected to whistle.”

      “To me that seems like a waste of time, I feel sure that is not what you get paid for,” commented Jamie Lei.

      The young man continued, “You are not from this area are you? You have a southern drawl.”

      “Actually my father and I are here from Georgia. He came on a business trip, and invited me to accompany him,” Jamie Lei said with pride.

      One of the other young construction workers said, “Oh a real southern peach. You certainly grew a nice pair of them, too.”

      Flustered, Jami Lei replied, “Piggy, piggy, who let you out of your sty?” and holding her head high, walked away proudly.

     

Weekender Review

I want to thank "The Weekender" newspaper here in Wilkes-Barre for publishing this article about my journey through life.