Luis Ramos, my uncle, left Puerto Rico when the U.S. Army took him out of a college classroom and sent him to bootcamp and from there to Vietnam. In Vietnam, he came under fire a half dozen times, once, in a real firefight that lasted an entire day. He had medals, a knife wound and two bullet wounds....Now he was in my mother's dining room, his hands on my shoulders, looking me in the eyes as directly as I would let him, and crying.



Luis Ramos' daughter is missing and Luis Ramos… Continue

Just log into Crimespace at Ning and tune to the Members Page. It's filled with totally bitchin' people, coolest of the cool, and under every photo (almost) is the phrase 'So and so is your friend'.

I'm totally down on that idea. Totally.

I'd say more, but I'm running out of tissues and the violinists want to go home.

Here I am, a writer of humorous commercial fiction and early member of a community of crime fiction writers. Now what?



Okay, okay, so my protag killed off the bad shakedown dude with a statue of the Blessed Mother. Doesn't mean I write crime fiction. It means I write...humorous commercial fiction where people sometimes get killed.



Should this be my writing blog? Y'all don't do enough whining and moaning and groaning and bellyaching over your own word processors, you gotta… Continue

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