A big thanks to Coffee and Critique member, author J. J (Jack) Zerr, for agreeing to be featured on the Coffee and Critique blog. Jack is a hard-working writer who has published several novels. His most recent publication is a collection of short stories titled War Stories. In case you haven’t guessed from the photo of him below, taken during one of […]
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Lately, I’ve taken to combining a pair of books and I’ve found the reading experience doubly enlightening and enjoyable. On Writing, by Stephen King. Draft No. 4, On the Writing Process, by John McPhee. One of my writer friends told me about the Stephen King book. I found the McPhee book in an independent bookstore in the
A man has to know his limitations. But that’s not all a man has to know. For instance, a man needs to know how to get the most amount of the most important work done in the shortest time for the least effort. A man needs to be in spiritual communion with his environment. A man
Ice on the Missouri River near the Lewis and Clark boat house in St. Charles MO. So winter came to town on Christmas Eve Eve. We had a white Christmas, and aside from a couple of warm days, we’ve had a lot of can’t-quite-make-it-to-freezing-from-the-bottom kind. This is like the winters we had around here in the
Actually, I am Jack Zerr, altitudinally disabled compared to JR. I guess I just wish I could be him. Sometimes. And of course ever since Tom Cruise played him in the movie, well, it kind of super amplified my wishing. Anyway, I just finished reading the latest Jack Reacher story, “The Midnight Line.” I pretty
After his first day courting Deborah Simmons, Emerson decides Paw treats him like a field hand, a slave, or one his draft animals. He decides he isn’t those things. He will go visit beautiful buxom Candace Barlow. She’s flirted with him. If he has to marry Deborah at least he will have one night with
Meet Guerilla Bride characters Big and Tiny Barlow. Read More »
The summer was dry. Fall colors were projected to be rather blah. But, as it turned out the colors of autumn, in our area, were as glorious as I’ve seen them, in the—Glorioski, can it be true?—twenty-one years we’ve lived in this place. Resplendent trees arrayed in ambers, burgundies, reds, yellows, golds line the roads and
Reminder of the Local Author event at the Spencer Road library in St Charles from 10 a. to 2 p. I will be there peddling books, including Guerrilla Bride.
