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Walter, Zombies and Stuff

   I was thinking about my buddy, Walter. He's the hero of my book Walter, the Lonesome Turtle. I wrote the story on my I-pad with the Pages app which is similar to Microsoft Word. I put a lot of pictures in it and a video of a squirrel eating acorns. Actually, I wrote the story around the pictures, just goofing around. Pages is cool in that you can turn the pics at odd angles and do text wrapping, lots of stuff. At any rate, I felt like it would more fully utilize the possibilities of digital books. Of course it had to be changed to a Word document before I could publish it to Smashwords. Then I got into a real problem trying to get it published because the pictures and videos didn't translate into the new format right. I worked my butt off for about a month and finally gave up on the pictures being in it. Walter himself, who had hung around for six months in a hole out back, must have got aggravated because he left. Kind of miss him, actually.
    I have several things going on besides the two blogs. (I have a blog on Amazon also.) I'm writing the fourth and final Centaur novel called Matilda's Bones. Since it's supposed to wrap up these people's stories I feel obligated to make it really special and I haven't really got to the point where the novel gets real to me and takes off with a life of its own. I'll never publish it if I can't enjoy reading it. The story starts out as Centaur is sent into Mexico for the remains of a lady who met her untimely end in Spam and Rice.
    I also have a science fiction in the works. Its about half finished. The story has vampires and humans on another planet and an earth man who is involved in the survival of both races. Its quite good but I've hit a lull in the flow of writing it.
    Meanwhile, I have three more novels, already written, which need typed into Word and published. One is about a guy who goes to Vietnam during the war and gets recruited into a unit which does assassinations. This leads him into a post-war career as a hit man. Its also a love story involving the hero and his high school flame. Its a stand-alone book and I think you'll like it. The title is Climber's Reward.
    Another book that is complete is about a nuclear war between the United States and China, and its grim aftermath. The third book that needs typing is the sequel to KGB Retirement Program. Its the one my wife is typing at the moment. The title of it is Karina's Journal.
    Its time to sign off now as duty calls. From the author's green retreat this is CE Wills.
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